the liar can rest here for a moment, but he will not sleep.

Apr 10, 2016 16:16

Yesterday, I watched SWTFA again and was working my way through the bonus features when L. called (actually called! Because the making of plans was too complicated for texting!) and we ended up doing some Saturday day drinking with her sister down at Phebe's, which was a lot of fun. I enjoy getting lit and then being home by 6:30. *g*

I also saw the Rogue One trailer and I AM EXCITE! I also really hope Diego Luna is playing Kes Dameron! That'd be neat!

I also watched this week's The 100 and I am so worried for Raven! Gah! But Lindsey Morgan was so great!

I cheered Octavia's beatdown of Bellamy but it wasn't near enough. And he still couldn't answer Kane's question.

I also actually enjoyed Jasper for once, especially his "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS" to Clarke and her startlement at that.

One thing I did not enjoy was how that final scene with Ontari and Murphy was handled. Like, can they not play the sexy love scene music over a rape? That's just creepy and wrong. I don't care what the intention of the scene was. Murphy was chained up and his life was threatened if he didn't submit, so there's no way he can actually consent to that! WTF show?!

In other WTF?! news, I'm glad I drifted away from Sleepy Hollow, because WHAT THE FUCK? How do you kill off the lead and best character on your show? I mean, after what happened in season 2, I don't blame Nicole Beharie for wanting out, but seriously, WHAT THE FUCK? I hope she moves onto bigger and better things. Like, I dunno, playing Monica Rambeau in Captain Marvel? or maybe she could reunite with Chadwick Boseman in the Black Panther movie, since they had some lovely chemistry together in 42...

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Today's poem:

The Problem with Promises

Is that they are both fragile, like a vintage vase,
edging toward the lip of the mantle, the detritus
pushing day after day - slow and steady and over -

and stubborn, no allowance for change. Like oaks,
they are rooted in beauty and shade for the true.
The liar can rest here a moment, but he will not sleep.

It doesn't matter if the limbs are rotting, leaves diseased,
if the sidewalk is cracking from the pressure of all that
glory, it won't budge. It will have to be cut down.

And this will take either many men and tools, loud
generators and teeth, or wind and a weak spot.
And everyone will see it fall. You never promised

me anything. And still, these branches at my feet,
fragments on the floor, the sawdust and the sweeping.
The gorgeous gone, and what to take its place?

Leslie Anne McIlroy

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